The iron-gray sky wept on. A massive figure dashed from the church into the nearby dense woods, pulled out an old Nokia flip phone, and as the screen lit up, the contact list revealed nicknames like "Old Lion," "Old Cowboy," and "Old Bastard."
Crouching in the shadows of the trees, the burly figure tapped on the contact "Old Bastard"—whose avatar was a pair of golden revolvers—and placed the call.
"Hey, Hinkg?"
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